Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cyprus and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Eve St. Jones to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Subhumans,
Gabor Szabo,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxette,
Wally Richardson,
Pussy Galore,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Fire Engines,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Scion,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Barracudas,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
DNA,
Erykah Badu,
Eric Copeland,
John Coltrane,
Tubeway Army,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mandrill,
Malaria!,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
the Germs,
The J.B.'s,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
EPMD,
Brick,
Toni Rubio,
Gichy Dan,
Pulsallama,
Bush Tetras,
Moebius,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
F. McDonald,
Josef K,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flipper,
Susan Cadogan,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Banda Bassotti,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Smog,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Howard Jones,
Ohio Players,
The Trojans,
Visage,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.